(For Ginnie)
I told her hundreds of times
In hundreds of different ways
That I loved her,
And my feelings were true.
I looked to her face of acceptance,
The swimming eyes,
The gentle touch,
The loving hug,
And her fierce determination that I would be okay,
What could this be if not for love?
Belief was a bottle that we filled together,
With respect, value, affirmation and a beautiful meditation,
The mantra that I was lovable and capable,
What could this be if not for love?
She gave her gifts to me with a loving touch,
What had I shown her?
What had I given her?
She'd shown me to follow the road not taken -
And that was what I did as I grew, changed and flourished,
Her compliment.
A piece of stitchery was my gift to her,
And on it were the words I chanted forever in my head,
What could this be if not for love?